sit by me

I sat next to you
I heard you sigh and breathe silently, slow
I heard your pen scratch the desktop
with a thin buffer of note paper between.
and I even imagined your serious expression
perfectly, as I had earlier estimated 
your writing sessions, in my poem.
oh how I miss that, like you could not know.

well, you know me pretty well, don't you?
why did I settle for peeking at you, just with peripheral…?
Why didn't I turn to capture you fully?
I will never again take for granted
when I sit next to you
I will hum, to catch your glance…
I will smile to keep your eyes,
and I might even touch your face.
What's more to remembering your skin,
than by feeling it?
When will I sit by you again?

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